#or draw a full body pin up idk

[dulcevenganzaa]

gerard by way of archie comics (kinda?)

[thegnomelord]

speaking of unorthodox mating: scorpionflies! my favourite thanks to entomology and them being very useful 🦂 mainly because they mate on top of fresh corpses. wonder what ghost of any of 141 you choose from would react to such a colorful mate

I doubt any of them would be all that happy fucking on top of a dead dude, Ghost especially seeing he got stuck in a coffin with one before becoming a wraith, but you coming back to them, covered in dirt and so much enemy blood you look like a butcher? Oh yeah, instant boner.

CW:NSFW, reader is some kind of insect monster idk this is quick and rough

GHOST - The second he registers the blood on you, and the fact you shed blood to protect him, tickles something in his brain. It's the knowledge that despite him being able to protect himself, he has someone to look out for him. . . . it has something needy and hungry stirring inside him.

Before you know it he's pulling you to a secluded nook, claws made of solid shadow tearing your belt open so he can swallow your cock down, pearly tears smudging the dark face paint around his eyes as your cock pushes past his gag reflex, smiling around your length when you answer in a chitter of your mandibles, your claws gripping his head as you fuck his mouth.

SOAP - Oh, he's not even waiting to get somewhere private. Everything with wolves is a social affair so the second the enemy's dead and the bullets have stopped raining down on you two, he's right next to you, full body rubbing against you like a bear scratching against a tree. It makes his fur and your clothes matted with blood and werewolf hair, whining and growling for your attention as he scents you and grows progressively more aroused by the second because holy shit, you smell like death and war and such a potent mate.

It takes you serious effort to pull him somewhere more private before Price yells at you two, and before you can even open your pants Soap's already on the floor, head down and ass up, tail raised even higher and still wagging as slick leaks from his hole. He howls like a bitch when you push into him, going completely slack as soon as your sharp mandibles clamp down on his scruff — not enough to draw blood, but strong enough to hold him down as you plow into him.

GAZ - He's a lot more sneaky about his attraction, acting like a doting mate when you two sit in the plane back to base, wiping away the blood that had congealed on your wings and elytra, chirping so sweetly to every little chitter and click you make, fingers reverently tracing your bloodied mandibles to the point the other's are complaining about you two being an old married couple.

His moans are equally as sweet as he begs to feel those sharp mandibles around his throat as you fuck him into the mattress, his wings pinned down beneath him and fully trapped like he's a piece of meat for you to consume. It's the danger of what your dangerous mandibles can do added to the knowledge you'd never hurt him that has him cumming in record timing, chirps broken up by hiccups as you just continue to fuck him.

PRICE - Oh, he holds out the longest, face and tone of voice betraying nothing as he tells you to get cleaned up, while inside he's purring like a tractor. He knows he shouldn't feel like this, that it's more than wrong fraternizing with you when he's your captain, but the way you'd looked covered in blood does something to him.

His claws rake down your front as he rides you slow and deep, slitted pupils taking in every little twitch of your wings and click of the mandibles, your desperate moans stroking his draconic pride as you beg to let you cum. And Price just tuts, "Come on, wouldn't want to disappoint me now?" He says, voice like a honeyed sticky trap, and you can do nothing but nod your head and try to hold on while Price tests your sanity by riding you into the early hours of the morning.

[beansprean]

My fav thing about the classic flowershop / tattoo parlor au is assigning the objectively wrong roles for no reason other than my own enjoyment. ID under cut!

[ID: 1. Full body of a modern flowershop / tattoo parlor au with Stede and Ed. They are standing together in the wall space between their shops, meeting for the first time. Stede’s shop on the left says “tattoo” in large red letters on the window as well as a sign with their hours. Inside there is a small piercing display. Ed’s shop on the right has “flowers” in blue lettering on the window as well as the beginnings of a phone number with area code 246. Inside there is a tiered display of various types of flowers including sunflowers, roses, lilies, and carnations. Stede has three studs in his ear and snake bite hoops in his lip and is wearing a dark gray blouse with frilly sleeves, a purple waistcoat with silver detailings, a silver pocket square, a cravat pinned with a large purple jewel, and black trousers. He has several rings on each hand and black nails and is holding a cardboard box labeled “gauges.” He turns with pleasant surprise to look at Ed, smiles, and says “Oh!! Hello!” Ed, on a smoke break, just stares at him with pink-cheeked surprise in response. He has his long hair up in a bun and is wearing blue jeans and a pink tee shirt over a pale green apron with “Queen Anne’s” stitched on the breast. In his left hand is a lit cigarette, and the right is in his apron pocket fumbling with a red cloth. All his usual tattoos (save for the eagle on his chest and the marae on his wrist) are now floral designs, including a long leafy vine winding down his right arm, several pink carnations and falling petals, palm leaves on his left bicep, and a patch of sunflowers on his left shoulder and neck.

2. A new day, Stede now in a blue waistcoat with embroidered fleur-de-lis and light blue blouse and cravat and Ed with his hair half up in a bun, wearing a red tee shirt, apron, and brown gardening gloves. Stede is leaning toward him looking excited, declaring, “Lilac?? I would love to design that for you!” Ed, leaning back and looking flustered as he blushes and avoids eye contact, flexes his hands at his side and laughs nervously. “Uh, haha, really? Idk if my artist would like that.” To the side, we see a small drawing of a sullen Izzy with large gauges and a vee neck shirt, holding a buzzing tattoo pen. Text next to him in parentheses reads “current artist.”

3a. The same day; Ed sitting on a tattoo chair with his left arm extended while Stede, wearing nitrile gloves, doodles a lilac branch onto the blank spot on his forearm with a tattoo pen. Ed, staring at Stede shyly but warmly from the corner of his eye, offers a small smile and says, “You’re always so covered up, I’ve never even seen any of your tattoos.” Stede, smiling absently as he works on Ed’s tattoo, responds, “Oh! I don’t have any.”

3b. Ed whips his head toward Stede in shock, forgetting his shy attempt at flirting in favor of gaping openly at him. Stede, none the wiser, continues to draw and hum to himself.

3c. Close up of Ed’s face from the previous panel zoomed in, hearts popping up in his eyes and cheeks going a dark red. Text next to him reads “you are so fucking fascinating”

/end ID]

[saintship]

hi!! idk if u still take requests and i also don't know if ur comfortable writing about depression and suicidal thoughts/ideations? it's comforting reading someone have someone be there for them during those times so if u could write something with ghost like that i would absolutely appreciate it, love ur writing, xoxo!! 💕

I’ve been there, I hope you’re having a good day when you’re reading this, no matter what that looks like for you<3

Made reader a medic because I love the medic reader trope more than some family members

Warnings: Suicidal ideation, panic attacks, nightmares

Save you - Ghost x Reader

“MEDIC! WE NEED MEDIC NOW! FUCKING HELL!”

You were trapped—rain pelting at your head while your body remained pinned under a pile of building debris. The pressure on your chest was too heavy to speak, but you saw them in the distance. Price leaning over Simon. Blood seeping into the grooves of the wet pavement. Tears welled in your eyes as you reached with one arm, your vision spotting.

“MEDIC! PLEASE, PLEASE, WE NEED A MEDIC!”

You managed to emit a noise;

“No..”

“NO!”

You sat up, your back prickling with a cold sweat. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t breathe,

“I can’t breathe..”

The weight next to you rose, strong arms cradling your waist. You tensed, your heart pounding. “I can’t breathe.. please..” you hiccuped, drawing breath roughly.

“You can. Listen to me.” Simon’s voice cut through the darkness, his hands running up and down your side. “Listen. Feel my hands.. hear my voice.”

His voice was bleary with sleep, only furthering the tears spilling down your cheeks. You knew a full night’s sleep was rare for him, and your nightmares were a contributor.

“You’re safe.”

Those words finally anchored you back to earth. You all but collapsed into his arms, laying your head on his chest as he moved to lay flat again. Your breathing eased into a steady rhythm, still hoarse but not gasping anymore.

“Good..good.”

Simon somehow knew that saying less meant more; his touch washed away your panic while his carefully chosen words reached the corners of your mind that were so afraid of losing him.

“You were dying..couldn’t save you..” You whispered into the fabric of his shirt, at which he resumed rubbing your back.

“I’m okay. I’m right here..”

“I know..” emotion weighed down your voice as you reached for his head, thumbing through the shorter hair on the sides. He smelled like your body wash; he always said he’d replace his own eventually but he never did. You never insisted.

You woke up to an empty bed and the sound of quiet conversation at your door. Sitting up slowly, you spotted a mug of your favorite drink on the nightstand, a conflicted smile pulling at your cheeks. It felt wrong to be treated this way; with kindness. You shared this trait with Simon, you knew he often felt he was undeserving, but being on the other side of that felt just as helpless.

You grab your drink and wander into the kitchen, spotting Simon pulling a few items out of a takeaway bag. He paused when he spotted you, abandoning his task to walk over.

“Was about to give you a shove, you slept so well.” He kissed your temple, his hands resting on your hips.

“Yeah..I’m sorry about last night, I—I don’t know, I should get it under control-"

“What? You can’t control nightmares, sweetheart.”

The pet name fell so easily from his lips it made you want to hide away forever.

“I’ll always be here for you. Like you are for me, yeah? You get on my ass for sayin’ shit like that, so I’ll get on yours.” He smoothed the wrinkles in your sweater sleeve absentmindedly. “I care, you know?”

You nod quickly. “Yes.. I know.”

He leaned down to kiss you slowly, his thumb grazing your cheekbone before pulling back to guide you to the table.

The guilt melted a bit after his little deceleration, and breakfast was nice. You also got to watch him put way too much hot sauce on his food, coughing through his words while insisting he was fine. You laughed gently, retrieving some frozen fruit for his tongue.

Soon, too soon, it was time for you to head to work while Simon stayed and attempted to burn through his paperwork. Sometimes you came home while he was in a meeting, witnessing the hilarious sight of Simon Riley being outsmarted by a video call app.

You felt sort of numb today. You walked around base feeling like your legs weren’t all there.

You’d had nightmares before. He had comforted you in the dark before. And now, he had reassured you about the ordeal entirely. But if he wasn’t sure, if he was losing too much sleep, would he say anything? You tried to wring yourself out, busying yourself with small tasks in between meetings and even helping a visitor’s young girl that scraped her knee.

Nothing worked.

It only got worse the drive home, since your phone died and your radio had been stolen a few days ago. Traffic blocked the freeway that led out of town, leaving you to sit in a percolating mess of your thoughts.

How could you take away his sleep? He already went through so much, he has been through so much, the least he deserves is a peaceful place to rest. How could you do that? How could you do that to him? Why is he with you, why is he putting up with this, why are you living while he is surviving?

Why are you alive?

The car behind you blared their horn. Space had freed in front of you during your train of thought, and you pulled forward, weaving through cars, desperate to get home and yet terrified to walk through the door. When you did, you didn’t hear the tapping of his keyboard; just the soft wind you knew came from his office fan. You set down your things, making your way to that room. Peering through the open door, your heart sank.

He was sprawled on the small couch behind his desk, practically spilling off of the thing because of his size. He was sleeping. Drawing deep, steady breaths, his chest rising and falling peacefully. He must have been so tired he took a break to nap.

You exited the room as silently as you could, not being able to stop the tears welling in your eyes. Your thoughts raced, back and forth, back and forth.

You’re being dramatic.

This is proof.

He’s finally getting sleep because you’re not here.

You’re such a

It’s not that serious!

How could you do that?

Just stop crying.

What if you were never here again?

You threw up in your kitchen sink.

Saliva trailed from your bottom lip, and you could only watch, knowing you’d woken him up. Again. He could never find peace. You spit roughly, turning your back and sinking to the floor. You registered Simon’s footsteps, his figure in the doorway, the smell of your body wash.

“What’s wrong? Are you sick?”

His voice floated somewhere you couldn’t reach to. You noticed only now your breathing was frenzied, hoarse and uneven. Your hands trembled.

“Sweetheart, you’re scaring me, breathe.”

God, only you could manage to have a panic attack wrong. You must have made an upset noise through your hyperventilating, because he moved to face you.

“Come here.. come here.”

And then you were collapsing into his chest, sobbing harder with every breath. He didn’t say anything, holding you securely and rocking the both of you with an even rhythm

“It’s my fault..” your broken voice cracked through your tears.

“What? What’s your fault?” Simon ran a hand through your hair, still holding you to him.

“You..You’re never able to rest..” you hiccuped. “..while I’m here..you’re always taking care of me, you never get to sleep.”

You couldn’t stop now that you’d started.

“I shouldn’t be alive..”

Simon stiffened. He leaned forward to retrieve a dish towel, wiping away your tears, snot, and saliva so that you could see him clearly. You’d never seen his eyes so dark, so hurt.

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Do you hear me?” His voice was a murmur, like he was whispering a promise.

“I- I don’t..” You were about to break into a sob again when you felt his palm at your jaw.

“You have no idea how empty this world would be without you.” He paused. “It’s not like I’ve never thought about it too, but it doesn’t last forever.”

You looked up at his admission, your breathing beginning to steady. “You’ve thought about it?”

He nodded. “I promise, you will look back on this, and realize how much you appreciate everything. You only get one shot at being alive. You cannot cut it short, do you understand me?”

You nodded, unable to say a word.

“You have no control of what happens at night. When your brain starts playing tricks on you. I’ll be there every time, because I’ve lost count of how many times you’ve done it for me.”

You inhaled a shaky breath, reaching to touch his face. “I love you..”

“I love you.” He returned, pulling you close again. Anything else in the world seemed to dissolve; this was all you had ever hoped for.

[blacktofade]

Gemtho Fortnight Day 9

Prompt: idk if you're still taking gemtho requests, but maybe something where etho SAs Gem and she doesn't like it/tries to get away but slowly she gets her mind broken into liking it and begging for more? Sorry if it's a bit too dark

cw: this can be read as either non-con or consensual non-con (it's not discussed between them either way), partial somnophilia, drugging, nsfw

Gem wakes to the feeling of her body gently rocking.

Her brain feels foggy, her thoughts scattered, and she wants sleep to pull her back under, but her stomach rolls uneasily and there’s something niggling in the back of her mind that she thinks might be important.

She groans, lifting her head and finding she’s on her stomach, arms splayed out either side of her, and weirdly it feels a little like she’s being fucked.

The realization hits when she’s rocked forward again, feeling so full it makes her ache, and she groans, hands clutching at the sheets below.

She tries to turn to look behind, but a hand presses to the back of her head and pins it back down.

“Shh,” a voice says. “Just relax, Gem.”

It sounds like Etho.

She remembers leaving his base when the sun had started setting, but she doesn’t know if she made it home. The bed beneath her smells familiar though.

“What are you doing?” she asks, still only half awake.

“I’m making you feel good.”

She’s not entirely sure that’s true. She thinks it would feel better if he pulled out.

She tries to close her legs, but he’s in the way and he groans, hands tightening on her hips.

“You want to get on your knees?” he asks, and his voice is so gentle, like he cares.

“No, I — ” Gem starts, and Etho makes a soothing noise.

“Should I put you on your back instead?”

She groans at the thought, shaking her head gently. She might vomit if she moves too much. Whatever she’s been given or splashed with isn’t agreeing with her.

“C’mon,” he urges quietly, tugging at her hips. “You’ll feel better if you get your knees under you.”

Gem wishes he’d just stop, but she feels so groggy that she can’t figure out how to make him do that. She folds her arms on the bed, burying her face into them as she swallows around the lump in her throat.

He lifts her and Gem draws her knees up automatically, whining when he seems to slide even deeper.

“There you go,” he encourages as she hiccups, eyes stinging.

“Etho,” she begs, and she realizes he can’t be wearing his mask because he carefully brushes her hair aside so that he can kiss at her naked back, right between her shoulder blades.

“I’ll be quick,” he promises, starting to move in earnest, and he gets his hands underneath her, one grabbing at her left breast, the other slipping down between her legs to tease her clit.

Her body jolts and she clenches around him, and Etho groans in pleasure.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmurs against her skin. “Feels like you have too.”

She knows he’s talking about how wet she is against his fingers, but it’s not a sign that she wants this. She wasn’t even conscious for part of it.

“Just let me go,” she pleads, and she can feel the way he nods, his face pressed to her back.

“I will,” he promises. “As soon as I’m done.”

Gem makes a hollow noise of despair and his fingers speed up against her clit, like he’s trying to distract her. The worst part is that she can feel it. She can feel the heat that’s spreading through her hips, the way it pools lower as Etho fucks her a little harder. It’s a natural reaction. She just wishes it wasn’t.

“Gem, I’m so close,” he pants, and the only good thing about it is that it might mean he’ll stop soon. “You need to come first, okay? I need to know you want this.”

She shakes her head, though it might be a slow lolling from side to side, her brain still too sensitive for anything more.

“I won’t,” she tells him, but he hums like he doesn’t believe her, and her traitorous body obeys him anyway.

He fucks her slow and deep, fingers almost tapping against her clit as everything catches up to her and she finds herself tightening around him, shaking her way through an orgasm she regrets.

“I hate you,” she whispers through clenched teeth as he pulls his fingers away, going back to fucking her faster.

“I’ll fix that,” he promises softly, a terrifying threat that has her grappling at the bed, and he fucks into her once, twice, and then pushes in as deep as he can get, his cock flexing as he comes.

He moans her name with so much tenderness that the tears in her eyes finally spill.

“That’s it,” he encourages, shifting to rub at her back with one hand. “Let it all out.”

She can’t, she won’t give him the satisfaction. She bites at her own forearm, holding back her sobs, but knows it’s too late.

[n0tamused]

Hello, I have a request for Kazuha, idk if you write for him or not so if you don’t then feel free to ignore this, it can be a drabble or headcanons. Ok so you know how Kazuha had bandages on his hands? Do you think he’d let his S/O draw on them? Because I really want to draw dinosaurs on them. And if he did let you draw on his bandages, how would that interaction go? Basically just headcanons or a drabble where the reader asks Kazuha to draw on his bandaids and draws little dinosaurs if he lets them. That’s all, thank you for your time.

A/n: Hello! Thank you for your request. I did this one really quickly, it's such a sweet idea. This is my first time writing for Kazuha, however, so I do hope it turned out well enough <3 Enjoy. (Also, quick question, but if I opened up writing commissions, would anyone be interested?)

Genre: fluff, drabble

Word count: 462

Pairings: Kazuha x GN Reader,can be read as platonic too

“Please, hold still…” your voice calls out with a huff from your nose which is met with an amused chuckle. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to move so abruptly.. I hope I didn’t ruin your lines?” - Kazuha asked with care, tender tones of his smooth voice flowing in the breeze and quenching the small flick of irritation caught on from the stubborn bandages bleeding ink all over. Kazuha held a thin end of the bandage to tighten your canvas, aiding you in your persistent wish, all while he leaned back against the wooden wall of the sleeping ship. The salt air of Inazuma was peculiar, and familiar to you both - with a small swoosh of chattering treetops from the far shore, and the licking of languid waves at the hull of the Crux. 

“It’s alright- I can still save this one. Just  extend your hand over here so I can see it a bit better. Thank you-” you continuously mumbled, still thinking about the first lines of a dinosaur that turned out too oval when the ink bled out, it looked like a balloon, and the next one looked less of a dinosaur and more of a horse - but this one, yes, this one was the one.. You could see it under the combined light of the golden lamp and the silver rays of the moon above. Kazuha could only smile and chuckle, making a great effort to stay as still as a rock. The gentle smile was full of affection as he watched you, paying you much more attention than the little doodles you were leaving across his arms. He knew of their value, and how much he would cherish them until the ink was washed away with time, but right now, you were the most important thing of all.

“If you need some of my advice, I think this one could use a longer tail?” He suggested softly, carefully lifting his other arm that was still devoid of your little talent, and pointed at the dinosaur you were occupied at the moment with. ”And, perhaps, instead of drawing detailed eyes, just draw them closed? That way, if it ends up bleeding out, it won’t fuse with the rest of the body?”

You nod, without giving further response and do as he suggested, smiling when the tip paid of a million, and Kazuha’s own smile could only spread further across his cheeks until his eyes crinkled with mirth.  With the hand he pointed with, he brushed hairs from your eyes that went astray, pinning them behind your ear with a hum.

There were several hours of night ahead, but he knew he would wish there were a couple of more, just so he could have his peace with you like this.

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[baura-bear]

I just want to write out all the little details I noticed about newsies because they played a big part in what made the show amazing. I tried not to mention stuff I’ve seen in other posts and focus on more specific moments and interactions I liked but also I liked it all so there are a lot. Enter at your own risk I suppose? also this is a conglomerate of the three shows I saw (I sat in Manhattan, Flushing, and Brooklyn)

Act One!

These boys genuinely appear OUT OF NOWHERE?? I was sitting in Manhattan watching Race and suddenly SPECS IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME SINGING IN MY FACE

HENRY SWINGING IN?? people have called it a zipline but it’s more like he’s doing a Tarzan swing in

throughout the entire show there are boys sleeping every where between numbers

Santa Fe (Prologue)

Jack has drawings pinned up all over the penthouse!! a few of them were close ups of faces or full body portraits (I couldn’t see them all)

Crutchies “No I wanna go down” line is so much sassier (let’s be honest Matthew Duckett’s Crutchie is 10x more chaotic than any I’ve ever seen) instead of rushing through it it’s more like “No. I want to go down” *points at ladder to emphasize*

“Hop a palomino you’re ridin’ in style!” :DD

Crutchie whistles to wake up the newsies and it was so loud 

Things I noticed in Carrying the Banner (and there is a lot)

when it’s first starting and a few of the boys are still up in Brooklyn Jojo dropped his hat so Mike picked it up and put it on top of his hat then shared a laugh with me and saluted before Jojo ran by and stole his hat back

“ Hey look! It’s bath time at the zoo!” *cue Henry really aggressively scratching his crotch then cleaning his face with same towel* 

“Who asked you!?” Someone slingshots a newspaper at Albert and it’s supposed to hit him but one night it flew into the audience so Albert turned around and said something like “I’m so sorry about him”

“Any banker bum or barber!” I couldn’t tell who but one newsies goes behind Specs and accidentally chokes him with a towel (pretending to be  a barber)

When they’re all just being boys!!! Henry and a few other newsies play cards, Tommy Boy plays soccer with a wad of newspapers as a ball and Jojo, Splasher and one other newsie play jump rope (Splasher does a backflip while doing so, Ross Dorrington supremacy)

At one point Tommy Boy sits on the front of the stage and lights a match just to watch it burn? he was very entranced by the fire I will say

“waitin’ makes me antsy” line is actually directed at the nuns which I never realized until watching this

“Though you wander lost and afraid” idk if Jamie D-C’s newsie has a name but he nods and says “I am always wandering” while Tommy Boy very proudly shows his cross to the nuns 

“All I can catch is fleas” then proceeds to pick one off say “Ooo!! A juicy one!” and throw it at another newsie

While Crutchie is handing out papers he is an absolute menace “PAPER PAPER WHO WANTS ONE?!!!!” then proceeds to throw it on people in Brooklyn who aren’t even looking at him (they were very confused, by the time they looked back to see where it had come from he was gone) He threw his paper at everyone and then saw me (in Crutchie cosplay) and very politely handed it to me “here you go! :)” LMAO

While Jack’s running from the Delancey’s Crutchie yells “Run Jackie!!”

wheeee slide

DAVEY!!! 

Ryan Kopel his embodiment of Davey is *chefs kiss* very fidgety: tapping thumbs together, wringing hands, rubbing fingers together, wiping hands on pants/balling the fabric of his pants up in his hands. His hands are always either tensed or moving no matter where they are. has a habit of putting his hands behind his back (and looking collected) but that boy is still fidgeting

Crutchie death stares Davey which makes him look back (to make sure Crutchie isn’t looking at someone else) and then awkwardly shuffle around him (keeping eye contact at all times) as he and Les try to get into line

Morris takes Davey’s 20th pape and hides it behind his back before handing it back to Oscar

Race blows smoke into Davey’s face and I wish I had a video of Davey’s reaction cause oh my god

As everyone is trying to convince Davey to sell with Jack Davey is hugging his newspapers to his chest like his life depends on keeping them safe 

the way Davey says “that’s dizz-guhsting”

After Specs and Splasher get their papes they run off stage to the stairs between Woodside and Flushing “Hiya Splasher! anything good?” “Hey Specs!” then they read the paper together and it’s very sweet

Bottom Line

Pulitzer is scary I will build on this for act two but that man can yell

also his office is held up by newspapers and I really loved that detail (also newsies push it onto the stage very  ✨symbolic ✨)

“Football. VIOLENT?!”

Bottom Line has never been one of my top songs (and still isn’t) but I really liked it in this production Cameron Blakely has an amazing voice (they all do) and I just really loved the way this song sounded 

Also Bobbie’s Hannah is very much anti-Pulitzer and it makes the character very funny. like she realizes he’s a man with power and is intimidated by him but she definitely sides with the newsies more it’s very funny

Davey tries selling papes to the audience “buy a paper? anyone want a paper? oh- no not for you.” sir you can’t be picky with your customers

“Buy a pape from a poor orphan boy?” Davey rushes forward saying “Oh, no! he’s not a-” and Jack runs up and turns Davey around and walks him away from Les

Les and Davey interactions overall are so pure and sweet. Davey constantly has his himself wrapped around Les from behind, hugging him or holding onto his shoulders. He also looks absolutely astounded by Les, 200% of the time it’s just Davey watching Les like :O

“Come home with us? Uh- I mean- for dinner!” Davey. Why else would Jack have gone home with you  🤔🤔🤔🤔

Medda’s theater

When Davey notice’s Les looking at the Bowery beauties he’s so embarrassed good lord. He’s so jumpy and he gives the beauties a very quick apologetic look (very hesitant to look at them) and says “thatstheircostume!!” turning Les around away from them. 

The beauties put a feather in Les’ hat. 

Specs is helping set up the theater and completely drops the backdrop on Medda’s theater worker 

“Take it easy it’s a bunch of trees” Davey jumps in very quickly and eagerly “NO you’re really!!... I mean- uh... you’re really good” Ryan Kopel was successful in making Davey the gayest boy on this planet

While Les and Davey watch the show Ryan did not even try to sit like a straight person. First show he was sitting side-saddle with his hands laying on top of one another on his thigh like a freaking disney princess, second show he was crisscross with his hands clasped together, last show he was on his knees with his palms together like praying hands in between his knees 

boys at the front of the stage fight over which one Medda’s referring to (”she was talking to me!!” “no she was talking to me!!”) Tommy Boy then turns around and high fives another newsie

I never planned on you Jack literally crawls over Katherine’s lap, basically sitting on her for a brief moment to get to the other side of the box

Strike

“they got a mother? I was gonna get me one of those” the way Race says it is much more resentful rather than playful and he actually glares at Davey

during the formation of the strike Davey tries to hold back Les from joining the other boys when Les runs of Davey tries to grab him but obviously doesn’t succeed and instead he takes a few steps back, turning away from the strike and is very tense/fidgety as he hears them talk about what to do

when Jack asks Davey who tells Pulitzer there’s a really long pause and he clearly doesn’t want to give in to the strike “I- I guess... you do... Mr. President” almost annoyed that he’s letting himself give in

“Who wants Brooklyn?” Crutchie hides in his hat and holds his cross up towards Jack to ward him off

when Katherine enters and her and Jack have their little back-and-forth all the newsies are jeering and oohing and awing but Davey doesn’t have reactions like that he’s really carefully watching Katherine like he’s trying to figure her out (or maybe he’s just jealous about Jack ._.)

“me thinks the lady needs to be handled by a” snaps suspenders “real man”

When Davey says “I’d say we save any exclusive for a real reporter” it’s actually off to the side with Jack and he’s clearly trying to make it so that Katherine can’t hear (he looks at Katherine then back to Jack and kind of whispers ‘real reporter’)

End of Act One

unfortunately Crutchie does not say fuck he says folks 

Newsies zoom in on Katherine’s swivel chair and she thanks them :)

while Jack is tryng to persuade the scabs one of the is fully crying with tears running down his cheeks and you can’t tell because he’s staring at the ground hiding under his hat until the last second he looks up to the sky and then decides to throw his paper down(I couldn’t tell who it was but it wasn’t Splasher and it wasn’t Tommy Boy so if anyone knows who the third scab is, it was them... It might’ve been Buttons??)

Crutchie also starts tearing up a this point and pulls out his rosary to say a prayer

I haven’t really seen anyone talk about this but there’s a part in Seize the Day (I think.... it might’ve been in the world will know I forget) where all the newsies run up and form a triangle and yell out their names. It starts with Jack and Davey, Jack is very sure of himself and yells out his name at center stage then Davey looks around, runs up to join Jack, looks at Jack to see what to do then takes off his hat, does a little straightening tie motion and sheepishly says “Davey”

Les ascends

Matthew Duckett really loves ripping your heart out. Coughing as he’s dragged off. He calls out to Finch and another newsie to help but when he realizes it’s futile and hears Jack call his name he yells for Jack to run instead of save him

SANTA FE GOOD LORD the windows behind Jack light up yellow to make the moon of Santa Fe and it has an amazing effect especially if you’re in the middle aisle of the theater.

Act Two!!

before act two even began when I was in Flushing I could hear them tapping backstage and it made me very happy

King Of New York

The energy of KoNY is so insane that every single time I saw it by then end I was grinning and giggling so much so that I completely forgot letter to the refuge until Crutchie is sat on stage and I went from :D to o_o in a split second

“In the pape and you ain’t even dead!”

I’m sure everyone knows by now that they swing on the lamps and pretend the tables are cars but I don’t know if you’ve been told how terrifying it is to be front row during KoNY because one wrong move and you will get a tap foot in the face. Where I was sat for two performances I had Damon and Matt swinging over me and it is exhilarating but all I could think is if I stand up rn I would get knocked out. 

Race goes over to Davey and turns his hat sideways

when everyone’s clearing the chairs and tables at the end Race yelled “‘Ey Specs!” and pointed to a chair and Specs replied “The numbers over I can do what I want!” and I just thought that fourth wall break was funny 

Letter From the Refuge

“Cause so far they ain’t brung us no food” there was particularly loud laughter from Woodside so Crutchie turned towards them and said “heh, thanks,” then wrote down “ha. ha.”

Mike sleeping with his head in Jojo’s lap

Specs comes to take the letter from Crutchie and then Mike helps Crutchie off stage (he falls on his way off and has a coughing fit why does Matthew insist on destroying me)

Watch What happens (Reprise)

Davey is so bouncy and so much looser and just like you can really tell he has been fully accepted into the newsies inner circle it’s so cute I love it so much oh my god

“there’s no escaping us pal! we. are.” punches air “inevitable!”

when Davey tells everyone that Jack’s painting is of Santa Fe Jack looks like he doesn’t want Davey to tell anyone which I think is really interesting. Like Jack has almost reserved this dream of Santa Fe to those closest and he doesn’t want anyone else getting too close?? idk it was just a really interesting look 

Bottom Line (Reprise)

Pulitzer’s “Sit” isn’t directed towards Katherine and instead is directed towards Snyder, Katherine actually runs off behind the scaffolding and watches the scene unfold while she’s hidden away

JACK IS SO COCKY I LOVE HIM

*sing songy* “He’s asked to see you” with funky lil’ finger pointing

Jack dusting off Pulitzers steps to sit down

“And if they know me. THEY KNOW I DON’T CARE!!!! MARK MY WORDS BOY” like I said,,,,, Pulitzer is very scary.

Brooklyn’s Here/Strike Rally

BROOKLYN GIRLSIESSS!!!!

I love them so much

when Davey goes up to speak after everyone’s chanting for Jack he gulps and looks around and says “ohmygod” quietly to himself and lets out a little nervous laugh as he realizes how many boys are staring at him

As Jack tries to persuade the newsies to disband the union Davey tries to stop him multiple times “Jack please- Jack. Stop-” and while everyone gets mad at Jack, Davey is almost trying to defend him and talk him out of it. that is until Jack pushes Les to the floor and Davey grabs him, turning Jack around by the shoulder “What are you doing Jack??” and points at Les on the ground before helping him up and running off away from Jack

Mack holds Spot back from probably killing Jack

The rest of the show because I don’t have enough notes to separate by song at this point

Jack and Katherine’s hug during something to believe in enough to make me start shipping Jatherine

During once and for all Katherine and Jack hold hands and Jack puts a hand on Davey’s shoulder while they sing the first little part and at one point Jack grabs Davey’s arm and pulls him in but on the last performance Michael missed Ryan’s arm completely and instead succeeded in pulling him in by the waist (the Javey shipper in me was screaming)

when they’re throwing the banners to each other Romeo fumbled and almost dropped a stack and when I tell you I nearly had a heart attack watching him try to keep it going 

“These kids put out a pretty good paper!” Hannah goes over to Pulitzer and see’s he’s not impressed so quickly changes route to hide by Bunsen 

“Guys like Joe don’t talk to nobodies like us” they’re sitting on the desk together very close to each other jack has an arm around Davey and Davey tilts his head and gives Pulitzer the sweetest smile

When jack shakes hands with Roosevelt Davey’s eyes go wide and he puffs up his cheeks, restraining himself from rushing over but when Jack turns around he runs up and Jack has to push him back a little as they both try to act normal 

“Oh please your highness!” small group of newsies at the front of the stage giggle to each other

“What’s Santa Fe got that New York Ain’t? Sandstorms?”

a small interaction I loved was at the end while Katherine and Jack are talking about Jack’s next plans: Crutchie, Davey and Les are all reading a newspaper together and they all look so confused, pointing at a certain article and talking amongst themselves trying to figure out what it means. Crutchie’s holding the paper too high so Les stands on his tip toes to see it which prompts Crutchie to tilt it down for him

Katherine gets a newsies cap!

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

writing request:

IDK JUST SOME ANGST FLUFF THAT ENDS WITH HERO AND VILLIAN CUDDLING ON THR COUCH PLEASE

I need to feel something in this dark world

(OFCOURSE THIS IS JUST A REQUEST YOU CAN CHOOSE TO DO IT OR NOT)

First off, I am truly very sorry this is late. High school and finals are responsible. Also, ty for the request 💙💙, this is right up my alley!

Stars in a Pitch Black Sky

TW: Violence, the agency is toxic, self-depreciation, blood mention

Word count: 1.29 k

Villain kicks Hero’s legs from underneath them, their body slamming into the asphalt. The criminal pins the hero down with their boot, letting it rest on their ribs, earning a soft whimper from them.

They expect resistance, a hand trying to claw at their boot, but they receive nothing. The crime-fighter doesn’t even stir, staying so terribly still to the point that the villain would’ve thought they were dead, had they not heard the exhausted panting.

As though trying to get their attention, Villain slowly increases pressure. Nothing. . .

The hero was normally relentless. Irritatingly so. They never gave their nemesis a chance to recover, their attacks swift, their movements skilled and unpredictable. The villain never wanted to admit that their fighting had the graceful air of a mesmerizing dance. Hero had this fiery passion blazing in their eyes, as though this job was bound to their soul, their legacy inked in with the blood coursing through their veins.

So seeing them like this, letting themselves remain limp under the villain’s foot is definitely unorthodox.

“What is wrong with you?” they ask, strangely frustrated.

“I’m not dead,” the hero replies listlessly.

“Well, you’re as good as like this,” they retort, cocking an eyebrow.

“What if I. . .” they trail off, breathing laboured, “don’t really care?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” the criminal barks. They dig their heel into the crime-fighter’s ribs, resulting in a groan from them. “Fight back!”

At this, the hero finally snaps.

“For what?” they shoot back, forcing the criminal’s shoe off them, finally standing up and slamming their body into the building behind them with so much force that it draws a sharp gasp from the villain.

“To be the agency’s old poster hero? A shiny, little weapon that’s been used so many times, it’s gone dull and rusty?”

“I-but the news is chock full of articles about you. You’re the city’s favourite hero!” they protest.

Their nemesis lets out a sharp, humourless laugh. “The articles – are simply there to sate the public until a brand new hero gets all the spotlight. It’s a performance. The government throws out these ‘heroes’ so that no one questions them.”

Villain’s eyes widened and the hero’s bruising grip on their shoulders softens, as does the diamond-hard gaze.

“I was just some experiment. A coverup. I’m no one’s hero,’ they say softly, their cold fury crumbling to nothing as they worry their bottom lip between their teeth. They let go of the villain, which was sloppy and unprofessional and so unlike the hero.

“You save people. You show up to fight me no matter what,” the villain reasons.

The crime-stopper sucks in a careful, measured breath, as though it was their last. “I only fight you because they tell me to. You’re far from the worst thing out there. The agency just labels anyone with functioning braincells who isn’t their goddamn puppet ‘a threat’. ” Hero snorts inelegantly, but the look in their eyes is anything but amused. Desperate. Broken.

The confession leaves Villain dumbfounded, and their agape jaw quickly snaps shut. They want to say something to soothe their enemy, but they were never one for gentle words and complicated feelings. Because they currently have no one they care about to have any knowledge of. . .basic human emotions, apparently.

Yet here they are, practically itching to find a way to offer their nemesis any comfort they can. “I- the people don’t care about the agency, Hero. Just because they made you feel like your time is over or whatever stupid publicity stunt they’re trying to pull – doesn’t mean it actually applies to you.”

Hero only gives them a wry smile, and it seems to age them decades in matter of instants, even though they’re young, like the villain. Too young. “It was nice feeling like I meant something, even if the affirmations were false. A pretty lie is something to hold on to.”

Villain tilts their chin up, cautiously, as though they are more fragile than glass. “What are you planning on doing now?”

“I,” the hero starts, “I don’t k-know!” And with that, the hand on their jaw started to get wet with the steady flow of tears that they immediately wipe away, their face flushed and their throat burning like acid was forced down it with the shame, the tears tasting like salt on their tongue.

“You can stay with me,” the villain offers, pulling the hero close to them. They flinch violently, letting out a sharp gasp, but they cling onto their greatest enemy like a lifeline.

“Just until you figure things out. My civilian identity arouses no suspicion. I have a legal source of income too.”

“Why?” the hero rasps, pulling away from the embrace, “Why would you help me? Why do you care?” they ask, their form trembling with every step they take.

“Because,” they breathe out carefully, “I care about you,” they realise.

“I have no one to hold on to. No one I know whom I give a damn about. You know me better than people who’ve seen me with my mask off every day.”

And it was true. Because when the hero showed up to all those fights, it almost felt like they were keeping each other company more than anything. Old friends and perfect strangers mixed into one.

Hero takes the risk of believing them. The lesser of two evils, if their intentions prove to be rotten.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♤♤♤~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Villain’s house is spacious, decorated in a way that was both luxuriant and simple. The place smells like expensive. Like exotic wood and potted plants with their fragrant blossoms, like fancy tea and brand new furniture, like the villain themselves: the crisp pages of a book mixed with the criminal’s musky perfume, though they currently smell more like blood and the day’s activities than anything else. But no matter how striking the difference is between their estate and the hero’s practical and brilliantly staid apartment, they both have one major thing in common.

The air reeks of mind-numbing loneliness in both places.

Reluctantly, the criminal rips off their mask, offering the hero a shy smile. Even though their features are somewhat sharp, maybe a little less harsh then the hero’s, but still defined, they look incredibly soft. It makes the city’s saviour wonder how they ever saw them as a menace. They reciprocate, feeling completely exposed as a scar underneath their eye is revealed. The villain’s smile widens to a grin.

“You’re cute.” They trace the shape of their scar with their fingers, and if the hero was blushing a few moments ago, right now they can pass off as a very convincing beetroot.

Moments later, Villain settles themselves on the couch, much too tired for anything else, patting the spot next to them. Hesitantly, Hero joins them.

“What movies do you like?”

“Thrillers,” the hero answers, without missing a beat.

At that, the villains laughs and raises an eyebrow in amusement. “You felt more like a Disney movie kind of person. But I’m into thrillers too.”

“Don’t patronise me,” they chide jokingly.

Villain smirks and reaches for the remote, picking a film neither of them had seen before. They pull the hero into their lap, even though the crime-fighter was the taller of the two. They’re ridiculously light, they note. They need to eat.

Halfway into the movie, Hero still perched on top of their lap, Villain asks them, “I’m getting takeout. Pizza or Chinese? Or something else?”

“Chinese is my favourite. Go for it!’ they chirp excitedly.

Villain’s heart doesn’t melt. It spontaneously combusts. “Do you know how tempting you are to spoil?” they stage-whisper, stroking the hero’s hair.

Hero just laughs softly in response.

Yes, the world gets dark. Hope is a thin thread to cling to, a precarious journey to make. There is a fine line between trust and utter foolishness and mistakes are inevitable, but to avoid everything in fear of them is to avoid living, to be a living body with a dead soul. Because between every wrong choice, there is always a right one, a chance we'd regret not seizing. Because even in the all-consuming darkness of a pitch black sky, the stars never fail to illuminate the night.

Notes: Thought I'd finally answer one of my asks before going back to radio silence for a while!

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PSA (Sorry that it's so long)

As everyone knows, today (at least in the time of me making this post) is May 5th, aka Greenie's bday. That being said, she recently had her purpose reworked to where she actually travels into decaying AUs and she would pollinate flowers and what not to restore the outdoor environments of these worlds at least. In some cases, where the damage is really bad, she'd temporarily have to root herself into the ground and go into her sentient greenhouse building form. That being said, her object head form and her puppet form still has butterfly wings. I decided that she's still based on a greenhouse as well, that being said, press keep reading so that I can get to the PSA.

In honor of Greenie existing for approximately one year, I have decided that starting today, I will hold a contest for her new design, just make sure to include the features about her that I mention below. And don't worry, you guys will have longer than a day, you'll have precisely a week at least, so like next Sunday. Her object head form will likely be the new pfp, so the winner of that would have their drawing of object head Greenie as the new pfp, and they'd be credited in the new pinned post, of course. The winner of building form Greenie would have their picture of that as the background, again, with credit. Also just to let you guys know, you don't HAVE to do a full body pic, just the neck and head, and if you want to, the chest works if you can't do the rest for her object head form. Now onto the features that I would like included:

~Object Head form~

-Her head is in the shape of a normal Home, but it is made of glass and wood, basically looking like a greenhouse material wise

-Which means, most of her body is windows, so her eyes wouldn't have windows over them, but they'd still be where normal Home's windows are if that makes sense

-Basically, reference the current pfp if you're stuck, but maybe make the reds, blues, and yellows more pastel looking

-As I said above, she has butterfly wings on her back, you may decide what butterfly the wings represent although if you are curious: in her original concept, she had pink glass wing butterfly wings

-She wears some sort of dress with vines on it, vines are also growing up her neck a little

-The goop on her body is clear colored, so like whiteish-gray or something idk how ya'll would do that but it forms her complete lower body, even the hands

~Building form~

-Basically, a bigger version of her head on the ground

-This form of her's is covered with a lot of vines usually

-No wings in building form, this form isn't able to move really

[tomatoart]

mwah your art is good and nice :>

can I ask for some advice? no worries if u don't want to answer.

do you have any tips on how exactly to practice art? everytime I ask for art advice everyone always says "practice" but idk what to practice first! do you have any strategies for learning how to draw something? do you do excercises? and if so how do they work?and are there any beginner mistakes I should look out for and change specifically?

thank you so much!! have a wonderful week :>

thank you so much! im ok w answering! i dont want to speak as if i am an expert on how to draw things in general as i am learning as well and definitely am not completely learned, so i might not be the best person to ask since im not very professional w my art as I do it as a hobby (and I can only speak on mostly digital cartoon matters) but i reallly hope to try and help u out even a lil ! im really happy that you’re eager to draw :] I wish you so much luck muwah muwah

i also hated when ppl told me “just practice” and i dont wanna inflict tht on u EITHER LOL but also thats just what i ended up doing for awhile but i tried to find some things to help ^_^

tips for practice: My number one rule is that practices should be challenging but still fun, I know it can get frustrating trying to redraw a pose over and over trying to get it perfect. And over time it rlly is all about muscle memory, the longer you draw the more your eyes will pick out specific shapes in everyday life and convert them into its own vision of them! or at least its good to look at life that way, try to pin point key shapes and stress less on details in practices. after you look at key points, THEN you can go over what you have and draw in and over it to make it more “complete.” To stop practices from getting too stressful I recommend starting out drawing what you want a little more simple looking than ur desired finished product. This helps eliminate the pressure of everything not looking “perfect” and keeps your art more loose and fun. Doing this a few times is gonna get ur brain to recognize patterns in art and how things look/flow in anatomy and such. dont get stuck in ur own head abt perfecting everything to the point you either 1) give up bc ur not at a level capable of it being 100% “perfect” or 2) focus so much on making it perfect that you end up saying the work looks “wonky” or stale in dynamics, So while I do think studies help, don’t get too lost in them. I always practice with media I enjoy too, whether it’s characters or fashion I enjoy.

Strategies learning to draw something: people get mad abt this one but I think tracing reference photos is great. its been awhile but When I tried learning to draw hands better at first I would trace them then put the traced image to the side of the canvas, then try and replicate what my mind saw as its most important angles and aspects. Same for clothing folds/hair/etc! I think it’s maybe not the best idea to trace the ref and use the tracings as is, because you learn more from tracing it then trying to replicate and simplify what u learned into the style you’re working in. Find what shapes you like from them and don’t over detail it. you may have to go by eye and think “what parts of this ref photo should i simplify to fit my style” and for me, its usually adjusting the length of the torso and then the limbs by associations. i dont recommend feeling like u need a reference for every art you make though, its ok to let ur own head try out its own sometimes too while trying to learn this, see if it remembers any call bad from the past referenced sketches! over time ull remember where everything goes more, these days i rarely kick myself to use refs but im sure they still would help to use, but figure drawing simple blobby figure in a bunch of random poses was a big thing i used to do as well to get better at full body art + overall dynamics (still does this). also paying attention to silhouettes is great 

Exercises and how they work: I WANNA HELP U SO BAD BUT to be honest, all the works on my blog ARE exercises! i rarely actually do finished pieces, if u scroll thru my posts ull notice most r sketches. i usually just fill up a page and call it “warm ups” then i get attached to some of them, take a few, and just line them up pleasingly on a smaller page, then color them in (or sometimes fix the lines to be more clean too). im not rlly a person who “exercises” to practice, it more so happens from just me drawing a lot for fun as a hobby! but i really should. i will tell u this has humbled me a lil i need to start practicing too 😭 LOL but a good exercise is to look at what ur inspirations do, and study it. Make a collage and write out what you like most abt their styles/what u want to gain from them. For ref Here’s a page I did awhile ago when someone asked me abt my insps:

i also look at fashion magazines and as well as anime figures and take insps from that sometimes with learning cool poses and compositions to convert into my own things

Beginner mistakes to look out for: its hard for me to pin point “mistakes” beginners make, as sometimes we cant avoid all of them or even notice them, progress comes from growing out of old ways. some mistakes are even the foundation of ur future amazing cool style! but i think some things to look out for could be these, from my own old art experiences

Hands were the first thing I learned bc i liked drawing them. I don’t know if that is the best way to go but I think it is smart to practice sooner than later, here is a lil guide thingggyyy wingyyy from awhle ago

i see beginners shy away from drawing signs of age in people, sometimes adding too much detail on an older person in cartoon art makes it look weird, so i try and hit the key markings on ppls faces of age.

Too thin of lines. sometimes its a stylistic choice to use thin lineart, and it can look amazing ! but sometimes it can flatten an image if ur not familiar with its flow. im not saying use thick line art, but more so to keep in mind the weight of ur strokes, adding depth with a thick thin combo of line art can do SO much for the simplest of pieces. heres a visual from a while back when i talked abt my brush + more abt lines:

but if ur desired style is thin lineart that is cool too! tbh it was just harder for me as a beginner

sometimes artists think they need to do full lineart for everything and then hate how it looks compared to the sketch, do not fear i will introduce u to my bff: painting over a sketch, extractinging the lines, then calling it line art. i only do this sometimes but its a fun exercise-ish thing to do in a pinch. example:

finding what shading fits ur art. sometimes ill see ppl starting out who have a style thats very simple, but they use a very detailed rendering process on it. this is not something id ever police of course, art is each persons own choice! And it CAN work. It can be so cute! but sometimes mixing two very contrasting mediums of art can throw off the “put together” look of it. i use to abuse the airbrush tool thinking it made my simple style look super cool and detailed, but looking back on it now those pieces looked a little off, having such a simple style have somewhat more realistic shading. dont get me wrong the ability i see ppl use rendering like that is so insanely talented! but i found cellshading to be a good match for cartoony art like my own. a tip i learned way too late abt that is rather than shading each layer by color picking a darker color, instead use a clipping mask over the entire art (above line art too as I color my lineart) and lasso tool the areas u want shaded + fill it w a saturated purple then set to multiply + lower opacity. also, sometimes coloring can come out chalky looking when u meant for it to be smooth and transitional, i think this comes from overshading and overlighting pieces without reason. pay attention to where the light source is, and focus on making the shaded and lighter areas nice shapes that cover the necessary areas, then u can add additional shading to the smaller details of what should have a casted shadow/light  

its good to spice up ur art now rather than later, focusing making ur art pop more w backgrounds will help ur coloring skills look better too! i dont mean detailed huge backgrounds, a small lil color pallet and design rather than a blank white bg. like this will make u feel better abt it or at least it helped me *sweats* yeah:

beginners tend to draw blank faces like “:)” but I think a good thing to do is try and get silly with expressions early on. It’s okay if the mouth hangs off the face cartoonishly with joy or shock, it’s ok if the eyebrows are super high in surprise.

tracing and pasting it as is (already said this but I’ve seen ppl do it a lot with hair styles and it makes it look alienated from the rest of the style) (final fantasy fans found critically injured) n if need a ref for a pose, using a real humans anatomy as-is doesn’t look quite right on a cartoonyish drawing. Shortening torso and legs usually comes out of this for me!

flip ur canvas i promise u it’ll be less embarrassing over time!

using guidelines for perspective and foreshortening is GREAT. Do it stylistically rather than realistically to add some groove to it...yay. Having silly perspective in art can make it look like a 10 so easily opposed to a normal front facing sketch. Look at cool poses from fashion magazines! Don’t be scared to draw something you don’t feel confident in conveying perfectly, this is why progress redraws exist :)

Drawing the hairline b4 u draw the hair is great, it helps u understand where their hair flows from, where it starts and stops, AND prepares u for drawing bald ppl. Also don’t make the head too big, the skull IS bigger up top, but sometimes I see an alien head affect.

Anatomy is an interesting mistake that beginners make a lot, but it’s one they find harder to notice! When I started out, all my art would be SO wonky, but I didn’t even realize it! It still happens today too! specifically though I see beginners struggle with the arms in this department. My advice is to try and measure them out and make sure they don’t go past the knees, and are the same length as each other when Unfolded. asking for criticism is hard but it helped me realize when i would make something bigger/longer than it should have been in my art, and stuck with me being able to go “oh... i see it LOL” 

clothing wrinkles- do not over do it! Too many wrinkles and shading can look unpleasant and wirey- like a plastic table cloth all bunched up which isn’t exactly what ppl wear. pay attention to gravity too

I hope this helped even a lil im sorry tht I’m not very good at explaining or didn’t have much to sayyy! If u have any troubles no guarantee I’ll have the answer, but ur always free to ask!

[turtletangerine]

Goooooo TEAM FRIENDSHIP!!

Finally finished up my designs for the human versions of these three, which is ironic, considering I’m a furry.

To clarify, Puss and Perrito don’t have animal ears in their hair, they’re just tufts with different colors to resemble ears. Perrito’s hair is brown with some grayish streaks, and he has vitiligo, which also affects his hair in areas on his scalp that lack pigmentation, hence the lighter patches of color in his hair.

I took inspiration from Jesús Alonso Inglesias’ concept drawings for Kitty, giving her a kind of corset-resembling vest like his designs feature her in.

Puss and Perrito’s stories are relatively the same, the only difference is that my idea is that some humans are naturally magical in this universe, and Puss and Kitty are both magical in being granted 9 lives like a cat or something. Idk, they’re people who have both been granted 9 lives, and I like the idea that people with 9 lives often take advantage of them and end up living more riskily, hence why they BOTH happen to have the same magic element.

Kitty’s story is pretty different, though— cw for abuse, violence and gore, ig?

Kitty was an orphan who lived on the streets for the first few years of her life, stealing to survive, until she was taken in by a family to assist them in housework alongside their own children. The family was strict and the days were full of labor, but she was given meals and a bed to sleep in, and couldn’t remember ever having a family, so she had no qualms with it.

One of the children of the family stole an heirloom of the family’s for money, planning to run away in the near future, and pinned the blame on Kitty, which is when all of the red flags she hadn’t picked up on before became a lot more apparent. For stealing, the father of the family cut off her hands and threw her out, disgusted by the prospect of taking in a child that would steal from them.

Kitty died as a result, expending one of her nine lives, but since her hands weren’t with her body at the time of her resurrection, she awoke to healed-over stumps left where they should have been hands.

Soon after this, she meets a witch who is worried for her own children’s lives in a world that can be so cruel, offering to give Kitty hands of magic if Kitty gives her three of her eight remaining lives, so she can give an extra life to each of her children. Kitty agrees, down to five lives, with a new pair of magic hands that look like they’re made of soft glittering light, getting her the name Kitty Softpaws. I’m still figuring out the properties and drawbacks of said hands

It’s funny how I designed these guys, just intending to have fun and put my own designs out and into the fandom, and then I ended up writing an even more traumatizing backstory for Kitty

[artdecosupernova-writing]

OC Kiss Week Day 2: Rain

WIP: WASTE Pairing: None Timeline: so this is interesting. for whatever reason I've decided to take a totally canon event and write it in a completely different POV cuz I had a beautiful vision idk call my lawyer about it CW: Death, minor drug mention Rating: T Words: 1,480

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I pride myself on being a level-headed woman. I pride myself on having the ability to stay focused under duress, and to maintain an air of confidence and wisdom that maybe I don't feel inside at times.

And very rarely does something happen to rock me to my core and shatter that illusion into millions of pieces.

I found myself sitting beside a shuttle pilot, tense and on edge because in the days leading up to this rendezvous—capturing one of the galaxy's most notorious criminals, leading to possibly the biggest victory in the careers of several individuals including myself—I felt in my gut that I had to be there. I had to be present and in the trenches, I had to see this out first-hand against the advisement of my peers.

The tip was, as I'd come to trust, that Oren Altavian planned to make a scheduled drug drop-off with a paltry two lackeys to guard him as he posted for a while on Earth. Two bodies was an unprecedented low number for the kingpin, who normally traveled with no fewer than a small troop of military disappointments wherever he shipped himself. He'd gotten comfortable on Earth, and it looked as if it were shaping up to be the slip-up that would get him off the streets for good.

We had to intercept him seconds after the exchange. Timing would be crucial; any sooner and we'd have nothing to pin on him, and any later and Altavian would disappear once again into the ether.

I strapped on a layer of armor and made sure the other operatives did the same before the shuttle landed. Eight of them, a good fraction trained by the Aerospace Force. Formidable soldiers armed to the teeth and prepared for everything and anything to go wrong.

The drop-off coordinates led us to an abandoned warehouse on the side of a lengthy highway to and from nowhere. Pouring rain. Slippery, muddy ground and puddles making our approach less than totally covert. We landed a distance away to not draw attention, and I grabbed a shotgun as the operatives began to file out of the shuttle.

"Recon the warehouse," I said to them via the comm in my armor collar. "Give the all-clear before taking a cover position. I want everyone spread out."

"Copy," everyone murmured individually. Montgomery, Neallson, Unssue, Yamin, Lorrie, Fitzhugh, Hermann, Rescho, all gave their callsigns and confirmation.

Neallson went in first to check the warehouse. He, Rescho, and Lorrie all reported the building clear. It wasn't a very big place, but it was large enough and full of enough broken-down shipping equipment and old containers that we had ample cover while we waited.

I took my position outside with Unssue behind a pile of aluminum crates, taking advantage of the ideal angles I could see of both possible entrances.

We waited for a long while, in rain that battered and cleared up and battered again, which we anticipated as the exact time given was unclear even to my trusted source. With nothing to accompany us but the sound of the deluge and the occasional vehicle driving up and down the highway, I peered around the corner of a crate and kept an eye on the stretch of shadow hugging the cliff face across the road. I couldn't help but feel that something was there, watching us.

Unssue nudged me with her elbow and nodded toward something on the ground beside us.

A cord? Some kind of wire? It looked to have been partially buried, and the rain washed away most of the dirt packed onto it. Oddly straight, trailing to the warehouse and through the door nearest to us.

I turned away from the direction of the highway. "Anyone in position by the back door?" I whispered into my collar.

"Yeah," said Montgomery. "Got eyes on the door."

"There's a wire leading into the warehouse. Where does it go?"

Radio silence for a moment or two. Unssue frowned.

"...It leads to a pressure sensor," Montgomery said. "...Rescho's standing on it."

"What kind of—"

The unmistakable sound of small aircraft—sky runners, decked in military-grade weaponry—cut through the rain and through my concentration. They found us fast, zipping practically around the drops to get to us.

Unssue was the first to fire at one of the manned vehicles converging on our positions...she was also the first to die. She went down a foot away from me and I could do nothing for a moment but stare in shock and horror.

"Fall back," I managed to wheeze into the comm, though the spray of bullets sliced through the warehouse like a red-hot knife. "F-fall back!"

"Delegate!" Lorrie cried out, and I could hear him from inside the warehouse. "Neallson's—Hermann and Yamin are down, we have to—Delegate DeCosta, get the fuck out of here! NOW!"

I jumped to my feet, about to rush in, when the entire ceiling of the warehouse imploded and collapsed on itself. Waves of mud and debris showered me, and I dove behind the crates to keep myself hidden from the destruction and the runners. Flaming bits of warped metal and stone fell to the ground around me, the hissing of the smoke and the sharp, tangy stench of chemicals and rain and then...

Unnerving silence.

I almost didn't dare move. I didn't hear the runners anymore, but I also didn't hear anybody else. With mud on my face and armor, I moved to talk into my comm.

"...S-sound off." I reached for my shotgun, which had fallen beside Unssue. "...Anybody."

Not a single reply.

Unssue told me as I recruited her for the mission that she looked forward to seeing her parents again, as this would be her big hurrah before leaving the Consortium and going home.

Neallson mentioned something the other day about reconciling with his ex-partner. Montgomery had four grown children. Yamin was also close with their family, Lorrie and Fitzhugh wanted to see where things went with each other, and like the others, Hermann and Rescho were damn good soldiers and people.

I got to my feet and shambled to the rubble. Shotgun clutched tightly in my hand, I peered around for any sign, anything to tell me any of them were alive. I dug, I shoved, I pulled apart...I couldn't move the pieces of rock and metal myself, called in for an emergency rescue effort.

I didn't know why I was limping at the time, but I staggered through the front door and stood on the side of the highway, gun in hand and no feeling left in my body. I glanced down at my leg to find a negligible piece of metal shrapnel sticking out of the shin, and when I raised my head again, something across the road caught my attention.

A pulse of purple light. Slow. It took my eyes several moments to adjust.

A man sat on a motorcycle, staring at me, a lazy purple light breathing in his temple, indicating activity from his SCOT. Guetry Sympa, the best operative the Consortium had ever hired, the best I'd ever hired, straddling his idling electric bike and watching me in the shadow of a cliff face.

Guetry Sympa, the former romantic partner of Oren Altavian. Guetry Sympa, whose parting ways with the drug lord was famously difficult and taxing on him emotionally and mentally. Guetry Sympa...the man who'd tipped me about the drop-off.

My chest hollowed out. I couldn't make out Guetry's face that well, but I knew he could see mine. Nothing made sense. He'd told me in person that the drop-off was happening. He'd had a lead and he shared it with me. He anxiously awaited the day Altavian would be locked up or taken out, and he didn't seem too concerned over which one happened first. I knew him as a survivor, a champion of strength and wherewithal when things turned abysmal for him from every angle.

Through the rain, I started to see him better. He had his arms folded over his chest, the invisible weather protection shield emanating from his bike keeping him dry, and I watched him bring his hand to his mouth, poised with his fingers over his lips...

And he blew me a silent, emotionless kiss.

And then everything came crashing down around me. Guetry revved up his bike and zoomed away faster than I could process. I raised the shotgun at him, knowing it would be pointless, that he was already out of range to begin with, that I had nothing to prove that he was behind this, that I would never have anything to prove he was behind this, that I was going to make sure I never let him out of my sight again.

I was going to make sure he never forgot the people whose trust he betrayed.

[wolfhertz]

Yep, finally opening up commissions for the first time in....idk how long, but hey, better late than never!

This is gonna be first come, first serve, and they'll be completed in the order they are requested. I'll be keeping them open until September and I'll have 5 slots available at a time! (I'll have a pinned post on my page showing availability) Once the slots are filled, I will complete those comms, and 5 slots will be open again.

All fandoms/characters/etc. are welcome!

Text version of the info + prices under the cut!

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Note: Shading applies to entire commission; additional characters are shaded for no extra cost

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Full Base Price: $35-55 (price will vary depending on complexity) Per Additional Character: $18 Shading: included

Alternate Requests: Commissions are not limited to these options! If you have something else in mind (e.g. character/outfit design, reference sheets, etc.), please message me and we can work out prices! Different styles (e.g. simplified, chibi, lineless, etc.) are also available upon request (prices may vary). All fandoms/characters/etc. are welcome!

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Terms:

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Clear reference materials are preferable (characters, poses, backgrounds, etc.)

You may post the commission on your page, blog, etc. but credit MUST be given and the signature cannot be removed

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[crowwuzi]

TW: Do not read if sensitive to violence!

Part two is out!

Hope you all [4 of yall] enjoy!

:D

The Experiment Massacre

PT: 2 / ???

The Experiment Massacre:

Nori's Pov:

"It's quite easy to control this, I'm sure of it!"

I say, full of confidence while resting my head on a dingo (Sentinel)

I turn to my best friend, Yeva

"Ain't that right, Yeva?"

Yeva is holding a hand over her eyes... which seems to be bleeding.

"The suffering only gets worse... each day, it feels like my body is less and less... being taken away from my grasp...as if something was tearing me from my soul."

She said with grimmness in her voiceI stare for a little, then back at the humans

"Eheheh. . .See?"

The humans turn to each other and shrug, writing something down. Suddenly the walls start twisting, as if they were alive...my breathing gets more rapid and intense...darkness fills the corners of my eyes...

"Oh ho! Looks like I need to take a break!"

I say with a tensed voice

"002? Are you okay?"

Said a human"

Y-yeah... I'm fine... I just need to rest in my quarters. "

"Well then, we'll escort you,"

"Thank you ma'am"

I look back at Yeva, who gets taken away in another direction than me

"Hey...where's she going?"

I ask

"Maintenance room..."

"But isn't the maintenance room this way -"

". . .She-"

"Where's she going?"

I say with a look of worry on my face

As I arrive in my room, I can't help but wonder where Yeva is...

"Where did they take her..."

I whisper to myself, laying down on the bed.I sit down and think, draw, and think some more.

Suddenly, the darkness comes back...the deep thoughts...the breathing living walls... the urge... to kill...Suddenly, I'm fighting for control over my own body

I laugh and chuckle, the laugh of a sadistic murderer...I spread my wings and flick my tail...All of its really a blur...I jump the heavy metal door, bursting it down. Alarms blare, red lights flash...painting the hallways red...like the blood of the slain

A bunch of humans come running over, guns locked and pointed

I laugh more as I dodge all their shots swiftly and with ease.

I jumped onto one, pinning them and biting their throat open, enjoying the carnage.Something inside... something deep inside tells me to kill everything I see. As I scuttle through the hallway, I see the nursery...so full of delicious food...

(Nori eating babies, naw 💀)

I pry open the door by stabbing it with my long claws and laugh

I jump onto one of the cribs, picking up the child that was in there.

It wails...I laugh... its fear... fueling me...

Then I stabbed it with one of my long slim claws... and pop the rest in my mouth, tearing it to shredsI continue to do this until I come across one with blue eyes, I perch on its crib...and pick it up...

"What a tasty snack..."

Suddenly, humans interfere once more... and shoot at me.

I pounce at them, dropping the baby and toppling its crib.

The humans run, some still shooting, others terrified for their lives.I pounce on one. He has a look of fear... the look of knowing you're going to die. I rip off his limbs one by one

"Looks like you need some maintenance, pal"

I laugh and crawl onto the ceiling, down the hallway, into the red Aybss.

[End of Nori's Pov]

Authors Note: I'm really hoping people enjoy these! Maybe one day I'll get popular idk

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[priestessame]

Strawberry milk

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✷ 🎀 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝒢𝑒𝓉❀u 𝒮𝓊𝑔𝓊𝓇𝓊 🎀 ✷

MinorS DNI

🍓Afab!Reader🍓

Warnings: dubcon, dumbification, Suguru is pussydrunk af, yandere themes, dirty talk, slight humiliation, mindbreak- this one is slightly dark ya'll idk. 🎀 ✷After loosing the war, all that's left is for Getou to commemorate you properly into his cult. 🎀 ✷

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For a villain who swore to kill you, he fucked you like he has loved you all his life. Kissing up your tears as you struggled to take his length and moaning praises against your mouth as he pounded into you. Somewhere down the line you were sure he had lost his mind too, gotten so pussydrunk he couldn't even form coherent thoughts.

You couldn't even tell how long it had been, the concept of time had warped around you, mind fuzzy from just all the pleasure. His rough fingers dug into you hips, holding you in place as his cock glided into your core, the mushroom tip pressing up so deeply it had you seeing stars. His calloused thumb rolled over your swollen clit, the other hand kneading into your breast, flicking and rubbing your nipple lazily.

He hadn't even taken the time to undress you properly, just haphazardly pulling your jujitsu kaisen uniform down, and sliding to your panties to the side. His impatience to take you would have been flattering if you wanted any of this happening.

You always thought he was attractive, you had even been empathetic towards him, but you never realized how closely he was observing you. Not until the final wall of defense had fallen and he had pinned you down against your will. You were the stupid one weren't you? to so blatantly fall for his gentlemanly façade. To hope he would show some mercy.

His grunt sent cold thrills down your spine, making you walls squeezed tighter around him. The way his cock throbbed inside you, you could tell he was going to come again, his hands slid down to your thighs, pushing them up to your chest. "so sweet, so perfect for me." He mewled out as his cock slammed into you at a cruel angle. He loved to fuck you in a mating press, making sure he can fuck his cum inside your deepest parts. That's the only way you'd really become his after all.

You can't help but babble incoherently, eyes short of rolling back from all the pleasure. At this point your mind was blanking, body trembling from exhaustion, but he still hadn't had enough, you surprised yourself with how willingly you had given yourself up to him, fucking your hips back into his and begging for release.

Suguru had just laughed and cooed you on, like he knew all along this is all you were. A pliant slut for his cock. His mouth slammed into yours again, shoving his tongue inside to taste you. "Look how well your pussy is milking me~" he said, his tone tipped with honey. "Its like you were made for me weren't you."

His thrusts grew more erratic as your own breaking point grew closer. "S-Suguru, I-I can't-"

"hmm?" he said, "Going to come again love?" he whispered against your mouth. "Go ahead, cum on my cock, show me how much you love me owning you."

You yelped from his words, broken syllables of his name tumbled out of your lips, the world around you melted as the only thing you could fathom now was the pleasure the man before you could offer. Your legs wrapped around him weakly as he continued to use you, "Suguru~ please, nhg please fill me up~ make me yours~" you pleaded.

The smile on his face was that of a man victorious, the humiliating sound of his hips snapping against yours filled the empty room. He grunted bottoming out inside you as your pleasure finally snapped, Your walls spasmed around him, finally drawing his own orgasm. Your back arched as the full intensity of the most intense orgasm you had ever felt trembled through your body.

Suguru growled as he spurted ropes of thick cum inside you, the tip still pressed up against your cervix. It was too much, so much, he made you feel so full you couldn't recall why you had been fighting him in the first place. His eyes burned into your glazed orbs like you were the only thing keeping him sane. He didn't meant to be this mean to you the first time, but he just couldn't help himself from fucking your warm cunt, he just had to break you until you couldn't think of anything but him.

He hated seeing you on the other side, standing with those disgusting monkeys, someone so ethereal and powerful as you should be by his side. He brushed your cheek gently, kissing the edge of your mouth, and if fighting a few more wars was a price for that, he wouldn't mind paying it, He really wouldn't mind it at all.

You felt his strong hands caress your body lovingly as you came down from your high, brushing the hair off your face, peppering your sides with feather light kisses. He was still inside you, as you felt his release dribble out of your cunt, overflowing. He squished you up against his torso as he pressed kisses on your forehead, "Tell you love me, sweetheart." he said softly.

"I love you Suguru~ I love you so much."

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yALL filthy for reading this. But i get you girl lets go to therapy together.

[eldritch-nightmare]

Hi! Could I get a creepypasta match up please!

I am 5 foot...not very blessed in the height department unfortunately, I'm slim but well endowed in both upper and lower departments. I'm fairly light for being Hispanic (i don't go outside in the sun often) I have shoulder length hair, its currently red and has been red for a hot minute, but in the past it used to be shorter and a different color every other week. Like for two weeks I could have purple hair then BOOM it's yellow now. I have 21 piercings. I have two in the center of my eyebrows, two nostril piercings. One on each side, a septum. And snake bites. I used to have My bridge pierced but I took it out bc it was in the process of migrating:/m I have 26 tattoos. IT SOUNDS LIKE A LOT. But it's not..THAT many when you actually get a good look at my full body. Most of them are on my thighs, I have some on my back, I have chest tattoos and a wrist tattoo. All my tattoos are either witchy, satanic, or of pretty pin up women and fruit.

Personality wise. I'm not sure, I have adhd, autism and bpd. I can be loud and excitable but also REALLY quite, aloof and awkward. I am a very passionate person and I'm always doing something (or at least trying to) I love to learn new things, I love to talk, I love to listen but I also love to just sit in absolute silence sometimes. I hate the sound of people sneezing, idk why it just REALLY upsets me. I can be really nice and helpful but I don't like being taken advantage of. I don't like confrontation but I will stand up for myself and or my friends if it's truly necessary. I am very giving, if someone I care about was in need I wouldn't mind giving them the shirt off my back or the shoes I'm wearing...it's happened before too. I also love shopping. I may have a slight....shopping addiction. I also have a very strong sense of justice and respect, so you won't catch me doing anyone dirty, but I won't let anyone do me dirty and ill cut them off if they keep crossing the line. I'm very good at sniffing out snakes. And I try to warn people around me about fake people and they never believe me until shit hits the fan, and then they sit there like ":0 I didn't know" TF YOU MEAN YOU DIDNT KNOW I TOLD YOU!?

I have daddy issues and don't have a stable father figure in my life 🧍🏻‍♂️ I love my mom though, shes cool

Style wise. I'm a bit all over the place, I've been in the alternate community since I was born. My dad was a metal head soo it kind of passed. But not really. Mental only stuck for so long. I tried scene, not my personal style but I loved the music. I was in the emo scene for a good couple of years until i started to hang out with the punk kids in my highscool, they were a little to much for me, activity wise though so it didn't last to long. But I found my home in the goth subculture and then from that point on, I explored the subcultures within that subculture. I tried nu goth, pastel goth, gothic lolita, trad goth. And none of them felt right, until I found gothabilly. And I find myself most comfortable in thag vintage style and the pin up style. My favorite brand (just so you can get an idea) is vixen by micheline pitt. My closet is just PURE black. With hints of black and white stripes and red.

I have many hobbies. I used to do tattoos on myself and my friends. I tried to get into piercing....it was a little too scary for me. I know how to make jewelry, I know how to paint, and draw. I know how to write, I love reading. I get too far down weird and obscure rabbit holes. I'm learning how to sew and I love it. I have a huge passion for fashion. And I want to start My brand one day. Even if it's small and for a niche group. I love to game, I love horror games especially, Outast is one of my favorite game series. I love horror period. Horror stories, movies, books. I love collecting specimens, like pinned bugs or mice in Jars. I have a small jar of bones. I love the dead. My favorite horror movie is either Saw or Scream. I also love watching indie disturbing horror movies as well. I'm a practicing witch, and I often use pendulums to communicate with. There was an old ghost of a woman who used to live in my apartment. She was cool sometimes but she messed with the doors and lights to much. I also used to collect dolls, specifically monster high dolls, but I wanted to branch out to haunted dolls...but then I thought mayybe that wouldn't be a good idea. I also love to cook and bake, and i love trying new food. I am also learning how to roller skate.

I don't like spiders though, which is ironic because I love spider web design and embroidery on my clothing. They just...look...ugly in. And their faces freak me out. I can't stand bad smells. I have a very very strong sense of taste and smell so I can be pretty sensitive around food and with bad odors. I don't like being woken up when I'm sleeping and I don't like being around loud obnoxious people.

Just for reference, I am afab nonbinary but present feminine to androgynous. I like both dudes and women and other NB people. My favorite creepypastas used to be Eyeless Jack, Bloody Painter, Jason the Toy Maker, the doll maker and the Puppeteer. I mean I liked ALL the pastas but they were my particular favorites

this feels so short in comparison to all that you sent me and i'm deeply sorry for that.

your matchup is... clockwork!

natalie is a very simple person, believe it or not. she's fairly blunt and isn't the type to bullshit a person so you don't have to worry about her taking advantage of you and your kindness. she's also really good at spotting snakes, so honestly you two could be a snake-sniffing duo and point out all the people you should avoid and whatnot.

she's an incredibly honest person as well and the type to never beat around the bush so if she wants to say something, she will say it.

she's a fairly emotionally reserved person so she doesn't wear her heart on her sleeve but when it's just the two of you, she lets her walls down a bit and she allows herself to relax a little.

she's more of a listener than a talker so she'll sit there and listen to you talk for hours. she doesn't mind sitting in silence either, because with you it's rather comfortable. but on the very rare occasion that she's the one doing all the talking, she'll definitely appreciate the fact that you're listening. it makes her feel seen in ways she could never describe.

natalie thinks you look good with any hair color, to be honest. i think in the beginning she was definitely a bit caught off guard by your spontaneous hair color changes but she gets used to it rather easily because it's just another part of you that she's fond of. she is just a bit concerned about your hair potentially getting damaged if you dye it too often but... she's not a hair expert, so. and honestly, she's thought about dying her hair as well, so. maybe you can recommend a color for her!

she also thinks you look wicked cool with your piercings and tattoos by the way. and she would absolutely love to hear about the meanings of your tattoos if any of them have one that you're willing to share with her.

she may not look like it, but natalie is pretty interested in fashion! she doesn't dabble in many styles herself because of various reasons but she is very interested in all of your own styles ranging from any goth and punk clothing you may own to the vintage and pin-up style you currently have going on.

if you asked natalie what her hobbies were she would probably just shrug and say, 'don't have any.' but trust me when i tell you that she does. she is so very much interested in deep diving into obscure topics and going down rabbit holes that she probably shouldn't go down because she loves learning about all the weird things buried underneath, hidden away from the average person.

honestly, you guys could probably make a date night out of deep diving into two separate topics and telling each other about it as you go. seems like it would be a pretty fun thing to do.

natalie doesn't particularly pay much attention to video games but she isn't against playing one or two if you recommend it to her! she's pretty invested in the things that you like, so she'll definitely play anything you recommend.

as for horror movies, natalie also probably doesn't give them much thought but trust me when i say she is a big fan of the saw franchise. i can see it now, you sitting her down to watch the saw movies and her just getting absolutely hooked and totally developing a crush on amanda young because honestly who doesn't. after the saw franchise, she's definitely more interested in horror than she was before and she'll probably sit down in her own time to watch some other movies just to talk about them to you.

always down to have her hair and nails done by you if you want to do them. she'll pay you as well, don't worry, just like... don't ask where she got the money because that would lead to a really awkward conversation probably. and she's also rooting for you to get into college to study fashion design!

so yeah anyways you guys would be a cute couple together and you'd have two cats and a rabbit named pumpkin or something and yeah.